Ellis
“Whadda You mean you gave him ‘community service?’” I bellowed at Samson.
He did not cower the way I expected him to at my raised voice, but I guess he was too stupid to realize how pissed off I was. In fact, he looked smug and unusually confident.
“Yep, I was talking to the Luna, and we thought since he’s a minor and this was his first offense, that a more fitting punishment would be to help someone less fortunate.”
I sighed and rubbed my temples, “How many times do I have to tell you, Cecelia is not the Luna!”
“Right boss, so, the Luna has identified people in the pack who need help, and old Mrs. Kilstner injured her knee,” he went right on like I hadn’t just corrected him. “Remember Mrs. Kilstner from school?” He asked, “She was a total hardass. I have no doubt she’ll keep
